The darkness was all around as Spike walked through playground down towards his bathtub, random thoughts of sucking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Jenny had told him she often dreamed about Snyder involved in reaming with a wombat , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Ethan .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Giles, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Ethan masturbating himself with a vasoline.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the wooden spoon he was carrying with him. Would Ethan's buttocks feel like that to his foreskin?
What would Ethan think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate syrup off Ethan's beautiful nipple?
Spike rubbed the wooden spoon against his buttocks whispering Ethan's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bathtub but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Ethan's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Ethan had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. playground was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate syrup he was carrying and leisurely scratched his buttocks.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Spike calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate syrup and ran towards the sound of his Cookie's voice.
Ethan stumbled through the darkness towards Spike. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Cookie being attacked by a wombat. Was he about to be raped by Angelus dressed as Snyder? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his foreskin.
Spike, Spike, my Cookie, screamed Ethan. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Spike leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the wooden spoon and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare nipple pointing in the air.
Ethan! Spike gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Giles said you were in your bathtub engaged in some sucking with Jenny.
No, I was alone in my bathtub with nothing but my vasoline for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your nipple was, and how I would like to stroke my buttocks against it, and have you kiss my foreskin, and now I see your nipple for myself I realise that not even Snyder has a nipple to compare with yours.
Oh, Cookie, Giles said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Jenny.
What! That old wombat, I'd rather get involved in reaming with Angelus, a wooden spoon and chocolate syrup than dream of sucking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my foreskin curl.
Oh, Spike!
Oh, Ethan, my Cookie!
Cue soft music, sounds of sucking and reaming, soft focus and fade.........
On another topic...
Instant Slash Story!
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The darkness was all around as Spike walked through playground down towards his bathtub, random thoughts of sucking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Jenny had told him she often dreamed about Snyder involved in reaming with a wombat , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Ethan .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Giles, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Ethan masturbating himself with a vasoline.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the wooden spoon he was carrying with him. Would Ethan's buttocks feel like that to his foreskin?
What would Ethan think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate syrup off Ethan's beautiful nipple?
Spike rubbed the wooden spoon against his buttocks whispering Ethan's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bathtub but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Ethan's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Ethan had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. playground was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate syrup he was carrying and leisurely scratched his buttocks.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Spike calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate syrup and ran towards the sound of his Cookie's voice.
Ethan stumbled through the darkness towards Spike. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Cookie being attacked by a wombat. Was he about to be raped by Angelus dressed as Snyder? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his foreskin.
Spike, Spike, my Cookie, screamed Ethan. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Spike leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the wooden spoon and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare nipple pointing in the air.
Ethan! Spike gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Giles said you were in your bathtub engaged in some sucking with Jenny.
No, I was alone in my bathtub with nothing but my vasoline for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your nipple was, and how I would like to stroke my buttocks against it, and have you kiss my foreskin, and now I see your nipple for myself I realise that not even Snyder has a nipple to compare with yours.
Oh, Cookie, Giles said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Jenny.
What! That old wombat, I'd rather get involved in reaming with Angelus, a wooden spoon and chocolate syrup than dream of sucking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my foreskin curl.
Oh, Spike!
Oh, Ethan, my Cookie!
Cue soft music, sounds of sucking and reaming, soft focus and fade.........